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A Tree. A Rock. A Cloud

A Tree. A Rock. A Cloud
The scene introduces the story, depicting a quiet roadside café at dawn. A young boy sits at the counter, eating toast, while an old man, bent and weary, enters the café. The atmosphere is peaceful yet contemplative, setting the stage for their fateful conversation about love.

A Tree. A Rock. A Cloud is a Parable from United States set in the 20th Century This Conversational tale explores themes of Wisdom and is suitable for All Ages. It offers Moral insights. A young boy learns a profound lesson about love from a stranger in a café.

  • United States
  • United States
  • United States
  • 20th Century
  • Parable
  • All Ages
  • English
  • Wisdom
  • Conversational
  • Moral

It was early morning. The street was quiet except for the occasional clatter of a milkman's cart or the soft swish of a broom sweeping the sidewalks. A boy sat at the counter of a small roadside café, munching on toast, staring out the window into the soft light of the dawning day. Inside, the air was heavy with the familiar smell of coffee brewing and eggs frying on the griddle. The boy, perhaps twelve or thirteen, was watching without much interest as an old man, bent and shabby, entered the café. The door’s bell rang softly, and the boy’s gaze shifted to the newcomer, intrigued by the stoop of his shoulders and the weariness of his step.

The old man didn’t hesitate, he made his way straight to the counter, settling himself on the stool beside the boy. For a moment, there was silence between them, only the hum of the fan and the distant sounds of the street outside filling the air. The boy, unsure of what to say or how to react, waited. The old man seemed deep in thought, but there was something in his presence that felt purposeful, as though he had something important to say. After a long moment, the old man turned to the boy and spoke in a low, gravelly voice, “Son, do you know what love is?”

The boy, surprised by the question, simply shook his head. The old man nodded thoughtfully, as if he had expected this answer.

“It’s the hardest thing in the world to understand,” the old man continued, staring down at the counter. “You wouldn’t know it yet. Too young. But let me tell you something about love.”

The boy glanced at the old man, then back at his plate of toast. He had never been asked about love before, and certainly not by a stranger. Yet, there was something in the old man’s voice that kept him listening.

The old man sighed and rubbed his calloused hands together, as though trying to warm them. “It’s like this,” he said slowly, his voice becoming softer, more distant, as if speaking from a place deep in memory. “A long time ago, I loved a woman. I loved her so much I couldn’t think about anything else. I would wake up with her face in my mind, and I would go to bed thinking about her. She was everything to me. But I lost her.”

The boy shifted in his seat. He wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to hear any more of the old man’s story. But the old man continued, his voice gaining a strange intensity.

“When I lost her, I thought I lost everything,” the old man said. “I thought love was gone. I was angry, broken. I didn’t understand how something so strong could disappear like that. But you know what? I learned something since then.”

The old man leaned closer to the boy, and the boy, despite his reluctance, found himself listening more intently. The café was still quiet, the only sound the occasional clink of a coffee cup or the soft scrape of a spoon against a plate.

“I learned that love isn’t just about a woman,” the old man said. “It’s bigger than that. It’s about everything. It’s about a tree, a rock, a cloud. It’s about the things we don’t even notice most of the time, the things we take for granted. Love is everywhere, in everything, if you just open your eyes to see it.”

The boy furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of the old man’s words. “A tree? A rock?” he asked, his voice skeptical.

The old man smiled a little, the first sign of warmth in his otherwise worn face. “Yes, a tree. A rock. A cloud. I know it sounds strange. But when you lose someone, when you think you’ve lost all the love in the world, that’s when you start to see it in other places. You start to understand that love isn’t something you can own, or hold onto. It’s something you can find everywhere.”

The boy stared at the old man for a long moment, unsure of what to say. The concept was foreign to him, yet there was something in the old man’s eyes, something in the way he spoke, that made the boy feel as though he was speaking some deep, hidden truth.

“Did you ever love anyone else?” the boy asked quietly.

The old man shook his head. “No,” he said softly. “I never loved anyone else the way I loved her. But I found love in other places. It’s strange, but after a while, I started to feel a kind of peace. I learned that love doesn’t go away just because someone does. It’s still there, in the world, waiting for you to find it.”

The boy nodded, though he wasn’t sure he completely understood. Still, the old man’s words lingered in his mind, as though they had planted a seed of thought that would grow and unfold in time.

The old man finished his coffee and stood up slowly, his movements deliberate and tired. He looked down at the boy and smiled. “Remember what I said, son. Love is everywhere. A tree, a rock, a cloud. You’ll see it someday.”

The boy watched as the old man shuffled toward the door, his steps heavy but steady. As the door swung shut behind him, the boy turned back to the counter, staring down at his half-eaten toast, lost in thought.

For the rest of the day, the old man’s words stayed with him. As he walked down the street, he found himself looking at the trees, the rocks, and the clouds with new eyes, wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was some kind of love hidden in them after all.

The old man speaks thoughtfully to the boy at the café counter, sharing his wisdom about love in the quiet morning.
The old man begins his lesson about love, sharing a lifetime of wisdom with the boy as they sit side by side at the café counter.

The Old Man’s Journey

Years passed, and the boy, now a young man, often thought about the old man from the café. He would find himself returning to the same spot, sitting at the counter where they had spoken, staring out the window at the street. The café was the same, but he was different. He had grown, both in body and mind, and the world seemed bigger, more complicated than it had when he was a boy.

Still, the memory of the old man’s words stayed with him, especially during the quiet moments of his life, when he would look up at the sky or down at the earth and wonder about the love hidden in the things around him. He had never fully understood what the old man meant, but over time, the words began to take on new meaning.

One day, as he was walking through the city, he noticed a tree growing between two buildings, its roots breaking through the sidewalk. The sight stopped him in his tracks. He stood there for a long moment, staring at the tree, the way its branches reached out toward the sky, the way its leaves fluttered in the breeze. He felt something stir inside him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time—a quiet, gentle love for the simple beauty of the tree.

He continued walking, but now his eyes were open in a new way. He noticed the way the light hit the buildings, the way the clouds moved slowly across the sky. He noticed the small details of the world around him, the things he had once taken for granted. And for the first time, he understood what the old man had meant all those years ago.

Love wasn’t just about a person. It wasn’t something that could be lost or found. It was everywhere, in everything, waiting to be noticed, waiting to be felt. It was in the trees, the rocks, the clouds, the quiet moments of everyday life.

A young man stares at a small tree growing between buildings, reflecting on the old man’s words about love in the world around him.
The young man, now older, reflects on the old man’s words, finding love in the simple beauty of a tree growing in the city.

Reflections on Love

As the young man grew older, he continued to think about love in this new way. He had relationships, some that lasted and some that didn’t. He experienced joy and heartache, triumph and failure. But through it all, he held onto the lesson the old man had taught him—that love was bigger than any one person, bigger than any one moment.

He found love in the way the sun set over the horizon, in the sound of rain tapping against his window, in the feeling of the earth beneath his feet. He found love in the small, quiet moments of his life, in the things that were often overlooked or forgotten.

He realized that the old man had been right all along—love was everywhere, in everything, if only you knew how to see it.

And so, the young man, now no longer so young, lived his life with a quiet sense of peace. He didn’t search for love, because he knew it was already there, all around him, in the trees, the rocks, the clouds. He didn’t chase after it, because he understood that love couldn’t be held or owned. It could only be felt, experienced, and appreciated in the moment.

An older man sits in a café, gazing out the window, his expression peaceful as he reflects on the lessons of life and love.
The man, now older, sits quietly in the same café, having come to understand the deep wisdom that love is all around us.

The Full Circle

One morning, as the man sat at the same café where he had once spoken to the old man, he saw a young boy sitting at the counter, just as he had all those years ago. The boy was staring out the window, lost in thought, just as he had been. The man felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as though the past and present were somehow intertwined.

He watched the boy for a long moment, and then, feeling a strange pull, he got up and walked over to the counter. He sat down beside the boy, just as the old man had once sat down beside him.

“Son,” he said softly, “do you know what love is?”

The boy turned to look at him, surprised by the question, just as he had been all those years ago

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The man smiled, a soft, knowing smile. “It’s the hardest thing in the world to understand,” he said, “but let me tell you something about love.”

And so, the cycle continued, as one generation passed on the wisdom of love to the next. The man told the boy about the old man, about the tree, the rock, and the cloud. And as he spoke, he realized that he had finally come to understand the full meaning of the old man’s words.

Love was everywhere. It was in the trees, the rocks, the clouds. It was in the moments of connection between people, in the quiet beauty of the world around them. It was something that couldn’t be owned or held, but something that could always be found, if only you knew where to look.

An older man sits beside a young boy at the café, passing on the wisdom about love that he once received years ago.
The cycle of wisdom continues as the older man now shares the lessons of love with a young boy, much like the old man did with him years before.

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